[ Her words are aggravating, but also numbing. Every word, every sentence another painful stab followed by a twist of this very metaphorical knife. A knife stabbed into him by the child he has been looking forward to embrace and protect and raise.
As she speaks, that specter from Galen's vision appears back in his memories. He can practically see that dark, menacing figure performing all those things Leia accuses him of. He can see it and it makes him feel sick. Sick and numb and somehow, somehow he even understands... But he doesn't want to understand. He doesn't want to simply accept all that hatred. He's stubbornly clinging to his anger even as most other emotions of his are slowly being muted away their effects fading and even colors and sound dulling out around him.
But it's also anger that's slowly being redirected at himself.
Himself, who instead of protecting his children, will hurt them in so many ways. Instead of being a loving father, he will bring fear and terror and pain. Now his own daughter hates him... And it hurts. It hurts.
Anakin feels his own throat constricting, finding himself unable to breathe. He also notices his hand by his side, slowly opening and closing, and he knows that he's strangling himself.
Because he can't bring himself to do it to her.
He opens his mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. No further yelling and no further threats. The glare remains, but it's less furious and more desperate.
Why. Why? Why??
Why is this happening and why can't he even keep his family safe? Why does he have to accept that Bail Organa takes what should be rightfully his? This can't be true. None of this can be true. It's a joke, right? A terrible, a cruel joke. A cruel joke wearing a massive, black armor.
He wants to argue, but he can't. He wants to insist, but he can't do that either. First and foremost, however, he can't breathe. ]
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As she speaks, that specter from Galen's vision appears back in his memories. He can practically see that dark, menacing figure performing all those things Leia accuses him of. He can see it and it makes him feel sick. Sick and numb and somehow, somehow he even understands... But he doesn't want to understand. He doesn't want to simply accept all that hatred. He's stubbornly clinging to his anger even as most other emotions of his are slowly being muted away their effects fading and even colors and sound dulling out around him.
But it's also anger that's slowly being redirected at himself.
Himself, who instead of protecting his children, will hurt them in so many ways. Instead of being a loving father, he will bring fear and terror and pain. Now his own daughter hates him... And it hurts. It hurts.
Anakin feels his own throat constricting, finding himself unable to breathe. He also notices his hand by his side, slowly opening and closing, and he knows that he's strangling himself.
Because he can't bring himself to do it to her.
He opens his mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. No further yelling and no further threats. The glare remains, but it's less furious and more desperate.
Why. Why? Why??
Why is this happening and why can't he even keep his family safe? Why does he have to accept that Bail Organa takes what should be rightfully his? This can't be true. None of this can be true. It's a joke, right? A terrible, a cruel joke. A cruel joke wearing a massive, black armor.
He wants to argue, but he can't. He wants to insist, but he can't do that either. First and foremost, however, he can't breathe. ]